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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.