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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.