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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.