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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Mars,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.