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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.