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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Little Man,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.