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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
ABC,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.