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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.