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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.