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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.