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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Magma,
the Association,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Hoover,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.