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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.