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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.