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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.