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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.