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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.