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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.