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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Move,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.