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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.