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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
JFA,
Magma,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.