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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.