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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.