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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Mars,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.