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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.