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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
UT,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.