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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.