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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.