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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.