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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.