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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.