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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.