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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.