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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Can,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.