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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.