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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.