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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.