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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.