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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Technova,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.