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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.