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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
ABBA,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
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.