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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.