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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.