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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.