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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.