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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Index,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.