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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.