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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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.