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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.