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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.