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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.