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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.