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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.