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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.