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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
The Monks,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.