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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.