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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.