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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.