Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.