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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.