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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.