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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.