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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.