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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.