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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.