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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.