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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.