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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Little Man,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.