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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
UT,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.