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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Television,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Yaz,
Wire,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.