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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.