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 Angola 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.