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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.