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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.