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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Seeds,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.