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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.