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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.