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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.