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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.