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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Television,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.