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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.