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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.