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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.