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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Make Up,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.