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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
10cc,
Television,
Can,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.