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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.