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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.