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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Index,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.