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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.