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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.