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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.