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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.