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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.