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 Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.