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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.