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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
ABC,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.