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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.