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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Visage,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.