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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.