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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.