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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.