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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.