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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.