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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.