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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.