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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.