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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.