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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.