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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.