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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Audionom to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.