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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.