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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
ABC,
The Names,
Faust,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.