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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 10cc to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.