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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.