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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.