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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.