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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.