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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.