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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.