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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.