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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.