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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.