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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.