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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.