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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.