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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.