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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Japan,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.