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 Congo and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.