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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.