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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.