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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Association to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.