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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
AZ,
Q65,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.