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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.