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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.