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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.