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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Q65,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.