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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.