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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
June Days,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.