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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.