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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.