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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Television,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.