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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.