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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.