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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.