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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.