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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.