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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.