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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.