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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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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.