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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.