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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.