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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Simply Red 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.