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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.