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 Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.