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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.