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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.