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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.