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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.