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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.