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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.