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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
UT,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.