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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.