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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.