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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.