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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.