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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.