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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.