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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
X-101,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.