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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.