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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.