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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.