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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.