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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.