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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.