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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Echospace,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Magazine,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.