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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Faust,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.