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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.