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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.