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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.