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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.