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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Smog,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.