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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.