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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.