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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.