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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.