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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.