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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
X-102,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.