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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Television,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.