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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.