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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.