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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.