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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.