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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Nico,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.