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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.