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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
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.