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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 Danielle Patucci 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.