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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.