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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
the Slits,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.