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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
PIL,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.