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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.