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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Shoche,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.