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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.