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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.