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 Egypt and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.