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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.