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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
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.