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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.