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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Technova,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.