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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.