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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Wire,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.