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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Faust,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.