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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.