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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.