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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.