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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.