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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pole to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.