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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.