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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.