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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.