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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Index,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.