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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.