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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Crime,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.