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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.