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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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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.