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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.