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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.