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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.