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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.