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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.