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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.