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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.