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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Gong,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.