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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.