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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.