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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.