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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.