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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Niagra,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.