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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.