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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Index,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.