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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.