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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.