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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.