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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Television,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.