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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.