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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.