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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.