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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Index,
Q65,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.