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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.