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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.