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 Australia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.