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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
UT,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.