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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.