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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.