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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.