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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.