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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.