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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.