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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.