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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.