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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.