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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.