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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.