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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.