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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Franke,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.