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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.