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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.