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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
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.