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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.