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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.