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 Georgia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.