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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.