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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.