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 Libya 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.