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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Inner City,
Cameo,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.