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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.