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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.