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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.