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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.