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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.