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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.