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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.