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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.