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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
ABC,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.