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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.