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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.