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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.