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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.