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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.