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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Rekid,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
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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.