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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.