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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.