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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.