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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.