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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.