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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.