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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.