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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.