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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
The Index,
World's Most,
Monks,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.