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 India and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.