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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
CMW,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.