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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.