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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.