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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
UT,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.