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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Magma,
The Associates,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.