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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.