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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.