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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.