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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
ABC,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.