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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.