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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.