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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.