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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.