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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 MDC 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.