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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.