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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.