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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.