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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.