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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.