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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.