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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.