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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.