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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.