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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
MDC,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.