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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.