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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.