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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
CMW,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.