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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.