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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Finger to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.