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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Names,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.