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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.