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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.