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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.