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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.