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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.