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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Oneida,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.