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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.