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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.