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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Ten City,
EPMD,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.