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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
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.