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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.