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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.