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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.