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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Japan,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.