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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.