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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.