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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.