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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.