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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.