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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Scion,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.