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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.