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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Nico,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.