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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
JFA,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.