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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.