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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.