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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.