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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.