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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 jazz 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.