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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.