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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.