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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Yellowson 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Wire,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
UT,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.