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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.