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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.