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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.