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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.