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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.