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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.