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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.