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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.