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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.