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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.