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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.