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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.