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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.