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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.