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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.