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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Faust 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.