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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.