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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.