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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.