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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
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.