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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.