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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.