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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.