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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.