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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.