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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.