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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Darondo,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.