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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.