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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.