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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.