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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.