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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.