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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.