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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.