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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.