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 China and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.