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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Can,
Neu!,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.