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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.