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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Nas,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.