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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.