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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.