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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.