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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.