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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Can,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.