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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.