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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.