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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.