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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Cure,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.