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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.