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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.