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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.