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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
The Remains,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.