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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.