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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Index,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.