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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Slave,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.