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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.