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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.