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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.