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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
MDC,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.