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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.