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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
CMW,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Neil Young,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.