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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.