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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.