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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
John Holt,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.