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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.