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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.