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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.