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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.