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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
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.