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 Peru 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.