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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Association 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.