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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Monks,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.