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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.