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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.