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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.