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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.