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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.