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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.