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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.