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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.