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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
ABC,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.