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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.