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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.