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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.