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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Lyres,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.