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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Wings,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.