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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.