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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.