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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Names,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.