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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.