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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.