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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
the Association,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.