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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.