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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.