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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.