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 Palau 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.