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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.