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 India and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.