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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.