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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.