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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.