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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.