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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
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.