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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Scion,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.