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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.