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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.