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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.