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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.