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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.