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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.