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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.