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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.