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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.