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 Italy and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.