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 India and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.