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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.