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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Can,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.