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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.