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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.