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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.