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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Swans,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.