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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.