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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.