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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.