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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.