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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.