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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.