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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.