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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Lalann,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.