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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.