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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.