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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.