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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.