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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.