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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.