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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Amazonics 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.