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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Make Up,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.