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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
EPMD,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.