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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.