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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.