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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.