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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Nico,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.