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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.