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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Can,
Aswad,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.