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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.