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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.