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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.