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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.