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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Move,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.