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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.