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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 Houston and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.