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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Organ,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.