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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Organ,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.